Purple haze

When life gives you science fiction rock ‘n roll, listen to Jimi

All day a demonic wind has been sandblasting a wildfire invitation, a hot, dry breath from the devil’s own furnace, until, suddenly, at dusk the wind drops. Everything softens into a Jimi Hendrix purple haze.

Excuse me while I kiss the sky.

Purple haze all in my brain. It’s wrap around liminal light, numinous with a deep quiet, such a softness…shhhh….

Barefoot in the front garden, lured by luminosity, I stalk the day, trying to catch the moment it crosses the threshold into night. Moonflowers light the way. (Sacred datura - Datura wrightii)

This enchanted life. It’s vast. Panoramic. Here. Have it. Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?

Purple Haze

Purple haze all in my brain

Lately things, they don't seem the same

Acting funny, but I don't know why

'Scuse me while I kiss the sky

Purple haze all around

Don't know if I'm coming up or down

Am I happy or in misery?

Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me

Help me! Help me!

Ah no, no

Yeah! Purple haze all in my eyes

Don't know if it's day or night

You got me blowing, blowing my mind

Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?…

Jimi Hendrix, first released as a single March 1967, and on the album Are You Experienced (1967)

Find it wherever you get your music.

Tangential biographical factoid:

In January 2002, on the first birthday I had in the United States

I took a ferry across the Puget Sound in the Salish Sea to Seattle to visit the Experience Music Project, which has subsequently evolved into the MoPop (Museum of Popular Culture)

Yes, I am experienced.

Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?